The drizzle continued and the air became colder.
The lights are bright and silent in the night rain, like blurred colored ink, quietly leaving a letter from autumn in the chapter of the night.
After Yong Zhixu separated from Tang Xili from the cemetery, he returned to the company.
After finishing the official business, it was completely dark outside.
He picked up the car keys and went to the underground garage, intending to return to Chaohua Academy.
As the car drove out of Chang'an Avenue, the phone rang.
He picked up the Bluetooth headset and answered, "Grandpa, yes, I just got off work?"
"I understand. I'll go back right away."
After hanging up the phone, Yong Zhixu turned ahead and headed towards Nanchizi Street.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at a courtyard.
A pair of white jade lions squat in front of the vermilion lacquer gate, and the exquisite walls carved and painted with colorful lacquer on both sides are surrounded by neatly trimmed green plants.
The rain fell in thin streams along the red tiles and from the low eaves, forming a long water curtain.
Yong Zhixu got out of the car holding an umbrella, walked to the door, and knocked on the brass animal head ring on the door.
The door opened quickly, and an old man in a plain gray sweatshirt poked his head out.
"Young Master?" The old man's eyes lit up, very surprised, "Young Master, you are back."
"Uncle Zhao, good evening." Yong Zhixu folded his umbrella and walked through the gate.
In front of the screen wall of Songhe Yannian, there are two dwarf pines with vigorous postures, which become more beautiful after being bathed in rain.
The courtyard has three entrances and three exits. At the entrance there is a beautiful pond surrounded by rockery of different heights on three sides. There are lotus in the water and precious bonsai on the hills.
Su's garden design, coupled with this foggy rainy day, is even more graceful and elegant like the Jiangnan region.
The second courtyard is where Mr. Yong lives. There are several tall cherry trees planted in the courtyard.
It was planted by Mr. Yong and his wife Yuan Man when they got married decades ago.
Ever since his wife passed away, the old man often sits under the tree for the entire day.
When Yong Zhixu went to college, he moved out and would occasionally come back for a short stay. Because of work, his parents could only go home during the holidays.
On weekdays, my uncle and his family live in the courtyard and take care of the old man.
As soon as Yong Zhixu entered the living room, he saw his uncle and aunt sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"Ah? Xiaoxu, why are you back?" Ye Qingwu put down the fruit plate, very surprised.
Yong Zhixu stepped forward and nodded, "Aunt, Uncle, Grandpa asked me to come back."
Hearing this, Ye Qingwu glanced at her husband Yong Hechen in confusion, "Grandpa didn't mention that during dinner."
Yong Hechen thought for a moment and said, "Maybe something happened. Your grandfather is in the study upstairs. Go there."
Yong Zhixu didn't stop, but walked up the stairs to the study on the second floor.
The ancient decoration still retains the original style of the courtyard house, and the scenery is consistent and full of historical atmosphere.
Looking out the window, the majestic Forbidden City is a hundred meters away.
Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Yong withdrew his gaze from the window and turned around.
The old man, who was over 80 years old, was wearing an old but well-ironed Zhongshan suit.
His hair is gray, but he is energetic and looks intimidating even without being angry.
As soon as he saw Yong Zhixu, the old man's eyes darkened and he shouted in a low voice, "Kneel down!"
Yong Zhixu was confused, a hint of surprise appeared on his handsome face, "Grandpa, why?"
The old man walked towards him, with a look of deep love and sharp criticism in his eyes.
He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "You are not allowed to get involved in the An family's feud again!"
The words are very clear, what else can Yong Zhixu not think of?
It seems that An Baoshan told his grandfather what happened in the afternoon.
He did not refute, did not agree, and did not kneel down.
Because I didn’t feel I had done anything wrong.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry I can't agree to this."
"I'm just informing you, not discussing anything." The old man's authority was fully revealed, and his tone suddenly changed, speaking with great earnestness, "I've checked that girl, and she's definitely not a good person. Stay away from her and don't mess with her again!"
Seeing his strong attitude, Yong Zhixu was afraid of angering him, so he thought about it and pretended to agree, "I know, I will."
After he finished speaking, the old man's expression became visibly kinder, "Grandpa, this is for your own good, don't blame me. Have you finished your meal?"
"not yet."
"That's perfect. Grandpa hasn't eaten either. I'll accompany you..."
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It was already 9:30 in the evening when Yong Zhixu returned to Chaohua Academy from the old house.
The rain is still falling.
The second floor of the European-style villa opposite is brightly lit.
He stood by the window, looking at the balcony opposite, his ears echoing with the old man's words when he was about to leave the old house, "I have an appointment with the Qiao family girl to meet at the same coffee shop last time. If you dare to mess it up again, I will not forgive you! This is her WeChat."
"Click..." Yong Zhixu took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, leaned against the glass window, and blew a few smoke rings casually and casually.
After a moment, he put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, picked up his phone, searched for and added Qiao Yanxin's WeChat.
Soon, the verification was passed, and Qiao Yanxin sent: [Hello Mr. Yong]
Yong Zhixu opened the keyboard and replied: [Hello, Miss Qiao]
Then, he sent the second sentence: [I won't go to tomorrow's appointment. If my grandfather blames me, please put all the blame on me. Sorry.]
A few seconds after he sent the message, the chat box showed that the other party was typing.
Qiao Yanxin: [I understand, Mr. Yong. I won’t go then.]
After taking a look at the message she sent, Yong Zhixu breathed a sigh of relief, exited the chat interface, and his eyes fell on the top chat.
For those whose notes are SpongeBob SquarePants, their avatars are still pitch black.
Mingjing's fingertips couldn't help but open the chat box and clicked on the other person's circle of friends following the avatar.
The cover of the Moments post is a photographer's picture of a desert, nothing else.
But every night, he would click in and read it again and again.
Afraid of missing her trace.
Even though he might have been given permission, even though she might never post on Moments...
How to win her heart?
I'm afraid that in her heart, we have returned to the level of unfamiliarity we had before liberation overnight.
Yong Zhixu sighed repeatedly and thought for a while. He clicked on a certain audio app and posted a video without showing his face, with the caption: [The girl I like has emotional indifference. How can I win her over?]
After posting it, I bought myself 10,000 yuan worth of traffic support.
Soon, he received private messages and comments from enthusiastic netizens, [sending her gold, jewelry, and money to spend.]
[I don’t recommend this strategy because I don’t have a boyfriend]
[A love-brained mind is a man's best dowry. We recommend that you cultivate a love-brained mind first, then recite the male virtues a hundred times, adhere to the male virtues, and win people's hearts.]
If I can’t get you, I’ll rob you. If I can’t rob you, I’ll steal you. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
【v me 100, listen to my love plan】
…
Looking at the strategies offered by netizens, Yong Zhixu raised the corners of his lips. If he rashly gave away gold and jewelry, the girl would probably suspect him of having bad intentions again.
He took a pen and flipped through the pages for an hour. Finally, under the guidance of the military advisors, he compiled a love guide.
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